Dean awoke in a hospital-like room. A group of people were standing around him, discussing something.

"Do you think he'll kill us?" A familiar voice asked.

"Probably. I mean, look at this gun. It's definitely been used a lot," a deep male voice said.

"Well, the man I spoke to on the phone seemed nice."

"Kaylee, just because someone 'seems nice' doesn't mean they are," another man criticized.

"I say we put a bullet in his head and call it a day," said the deep voice.

"Jayne, no. Not after I went through all the trouble of healing him," a third man butted in.

"Quiet. He's waking up," another woman commanded.

"What," Dean said. "Where am I? Who are- Amy? Aren't you dead?"

"What? No! Who's Amy?" Kaylee asked.

"Oh, sorry. You just look so much like her."

"Putting that aside," the second man said. "I'd like to introduce you to my crew. I'm captain Malcolm Reynolds. This is Kaylee, Jayne, and Simon. River, Zoe, Inara, Book, and Wash are elsewhere."

"I'm Dean Winchester."

"Nice to meet you, Dean," Reynolds said, shaking Dean's hand. "Welcome to Serenity."